Noriko likes the aquatics lab, even if maaaaaaybe she isn't supposed to be in it but in her defense nobody said squat about not being able to swim with the dolphins and she's not clairvoyant; but hey, what the crew doesn't comment on won't incriminate her or alert the rather annoyingly irritable captain of this boat. She's absorbed in watching the marine tricks, the splashing and chirping between the animals as they play, and doesn't notice the other mutant in the room until his reflection, blurry and distorted, colors the glass beside her.
That blue is hard to miss and even harder to resist, and the clicking of rosary beads cements it, a smile already touching her face as she turns. "Kurt!"
And that...that is not her Kurt. The fingers, the tail, the color, yes; but he's conspicuously missing the fur. And the solidness of his yellow eyes. And the sheer size of the man's presence in any given room, because her Nightcrawler had never seemed shy, not like this where any of her age group could see it. "...Who are you?"
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but in her defense nobody said squat about not being able to swim with the dolphins and she's not clairvoyant; but hey, what the crew doesn't comment on won't incriminate her or alert the rather annoyingly irritable captain of this boat. She's absorbed in watching the marine tricks, the splashing and chirping between the animals as they play, and doesn't notice the other mutant in the room until his reflection, blurry and distorted, colors the glass beside her.That blue is hard to miss and even harder to resist, and the clicking of rosary beads cements it, a smile already touching her face as she turns. "Kurt!"
And that...that is not her Kurt. The fingers, the tail, the color, yes; but he's conspicuously missing the fur. And the solidness of his yellow eyes. And the sheer size of the man's presence in any given room, because her Nightcrawler had never seemed shy, not like this where any of her age group could see it. "...Who are you?"